Part eleven:
There was a light nock at the door to the office, Sev and Harry leapt apart as if they had been electrocuted, looking wildly around the room to see if thee was anywhere they could hide, they could NOT be found together. Before they could do anything a voice spoke through the door.
"Boys, I have to tell you it is almost curfew." Albus's soft voice rang out. They breathed a sigh of relief, but they couldn't help but feel a bit guilty over what they had been doing just before Albus interrupted.
They emerged from the room blushing furiously but Dumbledore was not to be seen, Sev gave a small smile.
"I bet he knew what was going on." He smirked, "He seemed to know everything else that goes on." Harry nodded in agreement. He looked up at Sev trying to seem confident.
"Do I get a good night kiss then." He asked in a low voice. Sev smirked.
"Well I don't know, do you really deserve one?" Harry pouted playfully. Sev leaned over and kissed the pouting mouth.
"How could I resist?" he murmured. Harry smiled broadly.
"I knew you couldn't resist me."
"We had best be going to bed," Sev said regretfully. Now it was Harry's turn to smirk.
"What any company?" Sev smiled.
"Well as tempting as that offer may be, your Grifindor friends will wonder where you are if they are not already, unlike us you do not have your own rooms. One of the only benefits of being a Slytherin I might add."
"Why do you get your own room?" Harry asked remembering that Sev had never said why when the topic had come up before.
"Well would you trust a Slytherin to sleep in the same room as you?" Harry gave him a look that clearly said that there was one Slytherin he wouldn't mind sharing a room with. "They don't trust us not to kill each other in the night. It is probably a valid enough fear I know that there are a couple I would quite cheerfully murder in their sleep." Harry smile hoping that Sev was joking but then reconsidered, Harry remembered his feelings towards Lucius Malfoy, now if that was who Sev was meaning Harry would have no problems with it. 'Come to think of it maybe common dorms for us Grifs isn't such a good idea.' He thought, knowing all to well how tempting it would be just to do something unforgivable to Wormtail and stop the fucking joke that had been his life. But Harry knew he couldn't do that no matter what he night feel. As much as Harry hated to admit it without Wormtail's treachery Voldemort might never have been so severely wounded. Harry looked up and Sev was giving him a quizzical look.
"I was just think that The Slytherin's probably have the right idea about single rooms," Harry winked then sauntered off to him room, leaving Sev to stair after him.
His three roommates were already there when Harry entered his dorm. Si jumped up, ran across the room and hit Harry across the head.
"Hey what was that for?" Harry yelled.
"Leaving us at dinner worried sick about where you were, we thought that you might have been caught." Si yelled back. Harry smirked, an expression he seemed to have caught from Sev already.
"Don't worry nothing I didn't want to happen happened. And I was late because Dumbledore needed to talk to me." Si calmed down a bit at that, he knew Dumbledore was not someone to be blown off because you had to meet your friends. "So what did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?" Harry wondered what he should tell then, obviously he couldn't tell them the truth. He needed to think of something.
"I am sorry Si but I really can't tell you. All I can say is that it has something to do with 'you know who'." Harry was quite proud with himself he had managed to avoid lying but he hadn't endangered any of them. Si nodded, he understood.
Severus sat down on his bed, going over what had just happened. It was so out of character for him to trust someone so implicitly. But he couldn't help himself. Harry disarmed him, broke down the walls Sev had so carefully created around himself. Harry had the keys to his soul and he found himself not giving a damm.
For the first night since he had received the Dark Mark Sev slept easy. His dreams filled with the raven-haired angel who had shown him real love for the first time.
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James groaned theatrically as he looked at the History of Magic essay he had yet to complete. Ron slapped him on the back.
"I hear ya mate. Who ever actually thought of teaching a history of magic must have had a screw loose." He cocked his head to one side "it was probably the same person that decided making us learn 'potions'" that single word was almost spat out "would be a good idea." James smiled; Ron mirrored his own feelings to perfection. If things had been different and he had been born to Harry's time period he would defiantly have still been friends with Ron.
"Harry! Ron!" A female voice called.
"Uh oh we are in for it now" Ron did an expert mimic of James' earlier groan.
"Have you still not finished your homework? The OWLS are this year. You had better start studying. How do you expect to make anything of your lives if you don't get the grades." She glared at them. James felt a bitter taste in his throat, he wouldn't need the grades, he wouldn't get the chance to do anything with them. He knew where his life was heading and it was heading to a horribly early death. He shock his head slightly he couldn't let himself wallow over things he couldn't change. 'But you can change them' a snide voice in his head told him. 'I will do the right thing' he swore to himself but he wanted to live, he was only fifteen and he was being told that he had to die, nobody wants to die. But all James had to do was look around and see all the people who would cease to exist if he decided to be selfish. Voldemort would most likely be in power and what kind of a world would that be for his son to grow up in. He knew how bad it was for Harry, he had to grow up without parents, being treated like a slave but if Voldemort was in power it would be so much worse, for them all. Dumbledore had acted like he had a choice over what he was going to do, he had no choice. He had to let events play out like they would have if he didn't know about them; he could not let the world go to hell for an extra few mouths of life. Because that would be about all he would have. H harboured no illusions he was sure the Voldemort would find him eventually, whatever he did. This way at least he gave everyone else a chance, gave his son a chance.
"What are you thinking?" Ron asked, James wore a decidedly serious expression. James smirked at Ron and jumped to his feet.
"Fooled ya." He yelled. Harry couldn't be seen to be moping; he was the hope for everyone after all. Harry defiantly had a lot to bear, and James had thought being the star seeker was a lot of pressure compared to what Harry had to live up to James' life was a paradise. He spared a thought for Harry wondering how he was coping. "You know what we have to do?" James asked.
"No" Ron was looking rather confused.
"We have to make a plan as to how we are going to make a fool of Malfoy," Malfoy bating was a good pass time whatever time period you were in. James smiled broadly.
"We can't let you brothers have all the fun you know." Ron smiled as well. He always wanted to find a way to out do one or an other of his brothers and beating the twins at their own games would be great. James knew that Harry wasn't all that fond of pranks but he also knew that the Weasly twins practically worshiped the marauders. He could not let the opportunity to try some tried and tested own brand marauder mischief on them go by.
"So any ideas?" Ron asked ignoring the glares from Hermione and the half done History of Magic homework.
"Well I do have one idea." he had no idea how ironic it was that he was using the exact same phrase his son. There is truth to the saying, that history repeats itself, after all.
There was a light nock at the door to the office, Sev and Harry leapt apart as if they had been electrocuted, looking wildly around the room to see if thee was anywhere they could hide, they could NOT be found together. Before they could do anything a voice spoke through the door.
"Boys, I have to tell you it is almost curfew." Albus's soft voice rang out. They breathed a sigh of relief, but they couldn't help but feel a bit guilty over what they had been doing just before Albus interrupted.
They emerged from the room blushing furiously but Dumbledore was not to be seen, Sev gave a small smile.
"I bet he knew what was going on." He smirked, "He seemed to know everything else that goes on." Harry nodded in agreement. He looked up at Sev trying to seem confident.
"Do I get a good night kiss then." He asked in a low voice. Sev smirked.
"Well I don't know, do you really deserve one?" Harry pouted playfully. Sev leaned over and kissed the pouting mouth.
"How could I resist?" he murmured. Harry smiled broadly.
"I knew you couldn't resist me."
"We had best be going to bed," Sev said regretfully. Now it was Harry's turn to smirk.
"What any company?" Sev smiled.
"Well as tempting as that offer may be, your Grifindor friends will wonder where you are if they are not already, unlike us you do not have your own rooms. One of the only benefits of being a Slytherin I might add."
"Why do you get your own room?" Harry asked remembering that Sev had never said why when the topic had come up before.
"Well would you trust a Slytherin to sleep in the same room as you?" Harry gave him a look that clearly said that there was one Slytherin he wouldn't mind sharing a room with. "They don't trust us not to kill each other in the night. It is probably a valid enough fear I know that there are a couple I would quite cheerfully murder in their sleep." Harry smile hoping that Sev was joking but then reconsidered, Harry remembered his feelings towards Lucius Malfoy, now if that was who Sev was meaning Harry would have no problems with it. 'Come to think of it maybe common dorms for us Grifs isn't such a good idea.' He thought, knowing all to well how tempting it would be just to do something unforgivable to Wormtail and stop the fucking joke that had been his life. But Harry knew he couldn't do that no matter what he night feel. As much as Harry hated to admit it without Wormtail's treachery Voldemort might never have been so severely wounded. Harry looked up and Sev was giving him a quizzical look.
"I was just think that The Slytherin's probably have the right idea about single rooms," Harry winked then sauntered off to him room, leaving Sev to stair after him.
His three roommates were already there when Harry entered his dorm. Si jumped up, ran across the room and hit Harry across the head.
"Hey what was that for?" Harry yelled.
"Leaving us at dinner worried sick about where you were, we thought that you might have been caught." Si yelled back. Harry smirked, an expression he seemed to have caught from Sev already.
"Don't worry nothing I didn't want to happen happened. And I was late because Dumbledore needed to talk to me." Si calmed down a bit at that, he knew Dumbledore was not someone to be blown off because you had to meet your friends. "So what did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?" Harry wondered what he should tell then, obviously he couldn't tell them the truth. He needed to think of something.
"I am sorry Si but I really can't tell you. All I can say is that it has something to do with 'you know who'." Harry was quite proud with himself he had managed to avoid lying but he hadn't endangered any of them. Si nodded, he understood.
Severus sat down on his bed, going over what had just happened. It was so out of character for him to trust someone so implicitly. But he couldn't help himself. Harry disarmed him, broke down the walls Sev had so carefully created around himself. Harry had the keys to his soul and he found himself not giving a damm.
For the first night since he had received the Dark Mark Sev slept easy. His dreams filled with the raven-haired angel who had shown him real love for the first time.
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James groaned theatrically as he looked at the History of Magic essay he had yet to complete. Ron slapped him on the back.
"I hear ya mate. Who ever actually thought of teaching a history of magic must have had a screw loose." He cocked his head to one side "it was probably the same person that decided making us learn 'potions'" that single word was almost spat out "would be a good idea." James smiled; Ron mirrored his own feelings to perfection. If things had been different and he had been born to Harry's time period he would defiantly have still been friends with Ron.
"Harry! Ron!" A female voice called.
"Uh oh we are in for it now" Ron did an expert mimic of James' earlier groan.
"Have you still not finished your homework? The OWLS are this year. You had better start studying. How do you expect to make anything of your lives if you don't get the grades." She glared at them. James felt a bitter taste in his throat, he wouldn't need the grades, he wouldn't get the chance to do anything with them. He knew where his life was heading and it was heading to a horribly early death. He shock his head slightly he couldn't let himself wallow over things he couldn't change. 'But you can change them' a snide voice in his head told him. 'I will do the right thing' he swore to himself but he wanted to live, he was only fifteen and he was being told that he had to die, nobody wants to die. But all James had to do was look around and see all the people who would cease to exist if he decided to be selfish. Voldemort would most likely be in power and what kind of a world would that be for his son to grow up in. He knew how bad it was for Harry, he had to grow up without parents, being treated like a slave but if Voldemort was in power it would be so much worse, for them all. Dumbledore had acted like he had a choice over what he was going to do, he had no choice. He had to let events play out like they would have if he didn't know about them; he could not let the world go to hell for an extra few mouths of life. Because that would be about all he would have. H harboured no illusions he was sure the Voldemort would find him eventually, whatever he did. This way at least he gave everyone else a chance, gave his son a chance.
"What are you thinking?" Ron asked, James wore a decidedly serious expression. James smirked at Ron and jumped to his feet.
"Fooled ya." He yelled. Harry couldn't be seen to be moping; he was the hope for everyone after all. Harry defiantly had a lot to bear, and James had thought being the star seeker was a lot of pressure compared to what Harry had to live up to James' life was a paradise. He spared a thought for Harry wondering how he was coping. "You know what we have to do?" James asked.
"No" Ron was looking rather confused.
"We have to make a plan as to how we are going to make a fool of Malfoy," Malfoy bating was a good pass time whatever time period you were in. James smiled broadly.
"We can't let you brothers have all the fun you know." Ron smiled as well. He always wanted to find a way to out do one or an other of his brothers and beating the twins at their own games would be great. James knew that Harry wasn't all that fond of pranks but he also knew that the Weasly twins practically worshiped the marauders. He could not let the opportunity to try some tried and tested own brand marauder mischief on them go by.
"So any ideas?" Ron asked ignoring the glares from Hermione and the half done History of Magic homework.
"Well I do have one idea." he had no idea how ironic it was that he was using the exact same phrase his son. There is truth to the saying, that history repeats itself, after all.